I think this question would be excellent in
any relationship during a disagreement!
Monday, July 6, 2015
Saturday, July 4, 2015
I guess in a way it sort of was.
That's over 20 years and still going strong.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
I know Brock put this on Facebook yesterday, but some of my friends don't do Facebook
and this is too sweet to miss.
Cami on her first day riding the bus to school.
Cami's First Day of Summer School 2015 from Brock Heasley on Vimeo.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
I tried to put this on my blog 3 years ago but couldn't get it to work right.
Finally here it is.
This was actually what my Dad did over 20 years ago.
Shows my mom with him back in the day, when he was running across the states. They would sleep
on gym floors and then he would run about 50 miles a day while she would follow him in the car. I
would be home praying a lot. And worrying.
My Amazing Dad from Jill Shelley on Vimeo.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
I got to teach six 8 year olds about gratitude last Sunday. After the story about the 10 Lepers and how
only one returned to give thanks for being healed, I wrote the letters GRATITUDE lengthwise across
the chalk board. I asked the kids to come up with something they are thankful for using each letter.
One little girl immediately came up with "Grant" for "G" because she is thankful for her baby brother.
A boy was thankful for "red pandas"….not sure what that is. And on it went.
But the class was all stumped with the letter "I" I didn't want to give suggestions because I don't like
influencing their answers, so I waited... And waited.
Finally a little girl could hardly contain herself. "I know! I know! I know something I am thankful
for that starts with "I"!!" I thought she was going to fly right off her chair.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Dennis and I have been following the news story about that woman prison worker in New York who
helped 2 murderers escape. When the story first broke Den knew right away someone inside helped
those criminals get out. He even guessed the scenario…."probably a woman working at the prison who
was complimented and paid attention to by at least one of those 2 prisoners."
Got that one right! Plus, the accused woman said, "He made me feel special." She actually realized
how she was hooked.
This brought me back to the winter of 1984. I was pregnant with my 3rd son, McKay. Bill and I were
attending a birthing class put on by our midwife. After practicing our breathing, the midwife introduced
her husband, who was a licensed clinical psychologist who she said would speak to us on parenting. I
remember feeling the need to wrap this up and get on our way that Saturday morning. I thought we had
just come to brush up on our birthing skills.
But what that psychologist said to us has remained with me to this day. I have heard his words echoing
in my head probably a gillion times over the many years as I raised my sons.
It was just one line I remember. (This was 31 years ago!) He said, "Next to food and shelter, our
biggest need is significance."
Or as my mother use to say, "There is no such thing as a bad child, only an unhappy one."
Feeling significant won't solve everything, but it sure could have helped that female prison worker in
New York. After all, significance is nearly as powerful as our need to eat.
Sunday, June 7, 2015
So my nephew returned this week from his 2 year mission in
The surprise to me was seeing his sister Brooke come in on the same plane.
As you can tell when you watch this, I wasn't sure how to react to that!
And some day I need to remember to ask Brooke what in the world she was carrying home with her.
Davey's home!! from Jill Shelley on Vimeo.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
As I said I would…..
here's what else we ate while in Washington…..
famous fried rice. He has made this before….
some fruit but I was totally full from the rice.
apparently Richie and Scarlett thought it tasted great with a little dirt mixed in
But Richie tried to help….and snapped this one of his Mom
And this one of me.
Life looks different up above when you are only 3 1/2 down below.
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Going over Family History last night with my sister Heidi, we started talking about our maternal
Grandma. She was an atheist. She told me this back in the summer of 1983, months before she died.
Grandma was a very good soul. She felt it her responsibility to care for and uplift others….especially
the sad and lonely and needy. She sought them out. She lived a very Christ like life even though she
didn't know it as such.
Still, there was this unspoken sadness about her. Like a layer of suppressed anger. I attributed much of
that to her hard life…..raising her children during the depression, her husband out of work due to
disabilities, losing their first born at 9 months of age due to a weekend virus….and many more
challenges I won't go into here.
But looking back, what would life mean if we believed we would lose it all, including all the people we
love, at the end of it? That it would all be over. Gone and done with.
I heard this short interview with famous children's author Maurice Sendak recently, and it reminded
me of Grandma. He has since passed away, but he had this to say near the end of his life.
He didn't believe in God either, but it's obvious he envies those who do. I found it telling the way
he said, "I don't believe in an afterlife but I still expect fully to see my brother again." Perhaps
somewhere deep in his soul, he knew.
It's just a 5 minute clip, and he did very much appreciate and love life.
Just so sad he thought it would be forever over soon.